the man in the Guards, from Johnny's bed, softly arm, and seeking Rokesmith's face with his lips, placed them on that of his next neighbour, the saidmite with the broken leg.

A kiss for the boofer lady.”. With a weary and yet a pleased smile, and with Having now bequeathed all he had to dispose of an action as if he stretched his little figure out to and arranged his affairs in this world, Johnny, thus rest, the child heaved his body on the sustaining speaking, left it.


BUNG BY GUIDERIUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE, SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. (WILLIAM COLLINS, born at Chichester, December 25, 1720. Educated at Winchester and Oxford. Was insane during the

latter part of his life. Died in 1756.)

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GIL BLAS' ADVENTURES AT PENNAFLOR. [ALAIN RÉNÉ LE Sage, born at Sarzeau, in Morbihan, May 8, 1688. Educated by the Jesuits. Went to Paris, where he made a

large fortune by dramatic and general literature. Died at Boulogne, November 17, 1747.] JARRIVED in safety at Pennaflor; and, halting at have dispensed with the hearing of; but, after the gate of an inn that made a tolerable appear having made me his confidant, he thought he had ance, I had no sooner alighted than the landlord a right to exact the same condescension from me; came out and received me with great civility; he and, accordingly, he asked me from whence I untied my portmanteau with his own hands, and, came, whither I was going, and what I was. I was throwing it on his shoulders, conducted me into a obliged to answer article by article, because he room, while one of his servants led my mule into the accompanied every question with a profound bow, stable. This innkeeper, the greatest talker of the and begging me to excuse his curiosity with such Asturias, and as ready to relate his own affairs, a respectful air that I could not refuse to satisfy without being asked, as to pry into those of him in every particular. This engaged me in a another, told me that his name was Andrew long conversation with him, and gave me occasion Corcuelo; that he had served many years in the to mention my design, and the reason I had for army, in quality of a serjeant, and had quitted the disposing of my mule, that I might take the service fifteen months ago to marry a damsel of opportunity of a carrier. He approved of my in. Castropol, who, though she was a little swarthy, tention, though not in a very succinct manner, for knew very well how to turn the penny.

he represented all the troublesome accidents that He said a thousand other things which I could | might befall me on the road, recounted many.

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dismal stories of travellers, and I was afraid would doubtless, had his reasons for supporting his never have done; he concluded at length, how. friend's assertions. ever, telling me that if I had a mind to sell my “Well,” said this dealer, with an air of indiffe. mule, he was acquainted with a very honest jockey rence,“ how much money do you expect for this who would buy her. I assured him he would wretched animal ?". oblige me by sending for him, upon which he went After the eulogium he had bestowed on her, and in quest of him with great eagerness.

the attestation of Signor Corcuelo, whom I It was not long before he returned with his man, believed to be a man of honesty and understand. whom he introduced to me as a person of exceeding, I would have given my mule for nothing, and, ing honesty; and we went into the yard all to. therefore, told him I would rely on his integrity, gether.

bidding him appraise the beast in his own conThere my mule was produced, and passed and science, and I would stand to the valuation. Upon re-passed before the jockey, who examined her this he assumed the man of honour, and replied from head to foot, and did not fail to speak very that, in engaging his conscience, I took him on disadvantageously of her. I own there was not the weak side. In good sooth, that did not seem much to be said in her praise; but, however, had to be his strong side; for, instead of valuing her it been the Pope's mule he would have found at ten or twelve pistoles, as my uncle had done, some defects in her. He assured me she had all he fixed the price at three ducats, which I accepted the faults a mule could have, and, to convince me with as much joy as if I had made an excellent of his veracity, appealed to the landlord, who, | bargain.

After having so advantageonsly disposed of my fessions and hyperbolical compliments. I ought mule, the landlord conducted me to a carrier, to have known, by his extravagant flattery, that who was to set out next day for Astorga. When he was one of those parasites who abound in every everything was settled between us, I returned to town, and who, when a stranger arrives, introduce the inn with Corcuelo, who, by the way, began to themselves to him, in order to fill their bellies at recount the carrier's history. He told me every his expense. But my youth and vanity made me circumstance of his character in town: and, in judge quite otherwise; my admirer appeared to short, was going to stupefy me again with his in- me so much of a gentleman that I invited him to tolerable loquacity, when a man of pretty good take a share of my supper. appearance prevented that misfortune, by accost. “Ah, with all my heart," cried he; "I am too ing him with great civility. I left them together, much obliged to my kind stars for having thrown and went on, without suspecting that I had the me in the way of the illustrious Gil Blas, not to least concern in their conversation.

enjoy my good fortune as long as I can. I own I When I arrived at the inn, I called for supper, have no great appetite,” pursued he; "but I will and, it being a meagre day, was fain to put up sit down to bear you company, and eat a mouthful with eggs. While they were getting ready, I purely out of complaisance." made up to my landlady, whom I had not seen So saying, my panegyrist took his place right before. She appeared handsome enough, and over against me, and, a cover being laid for him, withal so sprightly and gay, that I should have attacked the omelet as voraciously as if he had concluded (even if her husband had not told me fasted three whole days. By his complaisant 80) that her house was pretty well frequented. beginning I foresaw that one dish would not last When the omelet I had bespoken was ready, I sat long, and therefore ordered a second, which they down to table by myself; but had not swallowed dressed with such dispatch, that it was served up the first morsel when the landlord came in, fol- just as we-or rather he-had made an end of the lowed by the man who had stopped him in the first. He proceeded on this with the same vigour, street. This cavalier, who wore a long sword, and and found means, without losing one stroke of his seemed to be about thirty years of age, advanced teeth, to overwhelm me with praises during the towards me with an eager air, saying

whole repast, which made me very well pleased "Mr. Student, I am informed that you are that with my sweet self. He drank in proportion to Signor Gil Blas of Santillane, who is the flambeau his eating; sometimes to my health, sometimes to of philosophy and ornament of Oviedo! Is it that of my father and mother, whose happiness possible that you are that mirror of learning, that in having such a son as I, he could not enough gublime genius, whose reputation is so great in admire. In the meantime, he plied me with wine, this country? You know not,” continued he and insisted upon my doing him justice, while I (addressing himself to the innkeeper and his toasted health for health, a circumstance which, wife), "you know not what you possess! You together with his intoxicating flattery, put me have a treasure in your house! Behold, in this into such good humour, that, seeing our second young gentleman, the eighth wonder of the omelet half devoured, I asked the landlord if he world!" Then, turning to me, and throwing his had no fish in the house. Signor Corcuelo, who, arms about my neck, " Forgive," cried he, “my in all likelihood, had a fellow-feeling with the transports. I cannot contain the joy your pre- parasite, replied, “ I have a delicate trout, but sence creates."

those who eat it must pay for the sauce: 'tis a I could not answer for some time, because he bit too dainty for your palate, I doubt." locked me so close in his arms that I was almost “What do you call too dainty p” said the sycosuffocated for want of breath; and it was not till phant, raising his voice. “You're a wiseacre, inI had disengaged my head from his embrace that deed! Know, that there is nothing in this house I replied

too good for Signor Gil Blas de Santillane, who "Signor Cavalier, I did not think my name was deserves to be cntertained like a prince.” known at Pennaflor."

I was pleased at his laying hold of the landlord's "Not known" replied he, in his former strain. last words, in which he prevented me; and, feeling "We koep a register of all the celebrated names myself offended, said, with an air of disdain, “Pro. within twenty leagues of us. You, in particular, duce this trout of yours, Gaffer Corcuelo, and give are looked upon as a prodigy, and I don't at all yourself no trouble about the consequence.” This doubt that Spain will one day be as proud of you was what the inkeeper wanted: he got it ready as Greoco was of the Seven Sages."

and served it up in a trice. At sight of this new Those words were followed by a fresh hug, dish I could perceive the parasite's eyes sparkle which I was forced to endure, though at the risk with joy, and he renewed that complaisance-I of strangulation. With the little experience I mean for the fish-which he had already shown for had, I ought not to have been the dupe of his pro- | the eggs. At last, however, he was obliged to give

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CUMNOR HALL. out, for fear of accident, being crammed to the occasion for. Henceforth beware of flattery, and very throat. Having, therefore, eaten and drank be upon your guard against everybody you do not enough, he thought proper to conclude the farce know. You may meet with other people inclined by rising from table and accosting me in these to divert themselves with your credulity, and perwords:

haps to push things still farther, but don't be "Signor Gil Blas, I am too well satisfied with duped again, nor believe yourself, though they your good cheer to leave you without offering you should swear it, the Eighth Wonder of the an important advice, which you seem to have great / World."

CUMNOR HALL. WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE, born in Dumfriesshire, 1734. Was a printer by profession. Subsequently secretary to Commodore

Johnston. Died at Forest Hill, near Oxford, 1788.] The dews of summer night did fall,

" At court, I'm told, is beauty's throne, The moon-sweet regent of the sky,

Where every lady's passing rare, Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall,

That eastern flowers, that shame the sun, And many an oak that grew thereby.

Are not so glowing, not so fair. Now nought was heard beneath the skies

“'Then, Earl, why didst thou leave the beds, The sounds of busy life were still

Where roses and where lilies vie,
Save an unhappy lady's sighs,

To seek a primrose, whose pale shades
That issued from the lonely pile.

Must sicken when those gauds are by? "Leicester," she cried, " is this thy love,

“'Mong rural beauties I was one; That thou so oft hast sworn to me;

Among the fields wild flowers are fair ; To leave me in this lonely grove,

Some country swain might me have won, Immured in shameful privity ?

And thought my passing beauty rare. “No more thou com'st with lover's speed,

“But, Leicester-or I am much wrongThy once beloved bride to see;

It is not beauty lures thy vows;
But, be she alive or be she dead,

Rather ambition's gilded crown
I fear, stern Earl's the same to thee.

Makes thee forget thy humble spouse.. “Not so the usage I received,

“Then, Leicester, why, again I pleadWhen happy in my father's hall;

The injured surely may repine-
No faithless husband then me grieved,

Why didst thou wed a country maid,
No chilling fears did me appal.

When some fair princess might be thine ? “I rose up with the cheerful morn,

“Why didst thou praise my humble charms No lark so blithe, no flower more gay;

And, oh! then leave them to decay?
And, like the bird that haunts the thorn,

Why didst thou win me to thy arms,
So merrily sung the live-long day.

Then leave me mourn the live-long day? “If that my beauty is but small,

“The village maidens of the plain Among court ladies all despised,

Salute me lowly as they go;
Why didst thou rend it from that hall,

Envious they mark my silken train,
Where, scornful Earl, it well was prized?

Nor think a countess can have woe. “And when you first to me made suit,

“The simple nymphs! they little know How fair I was, you oft would say;

How far more happy's their estate ;
And, proud of conquest, plucked the fruit,

To smile for joy, than sigh for woe;
Then left the blossom to decay.

To be content, than to be great. “ Yes ! now neglected and despised,

"How far less blest am I than them, The rose is pale, the lily's dead;

Daily to pine and waste with care!
But he that once their charm so prized,

Like the poor plant, that from its stem
Is sure the cause those charms are fled.

Divided, feels the chilling air. "For know, when sickening grief doth prey, "Nor, cruel Earl, can I enjoy And tender love's repaid with scorn,

The humble charms of solitude;
The sweetest beauty will decay:

Your minions proud my peace destroy,
What flowret can endure the storm P

By sullen frowns, or pratings rude.



“Last night, as sad I chanced to stray,

The village death-bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say

"Countess, prepare—thy end is near.' " And now, while happy peasants sleep,

Here I sit lonely and forlorn; No one to soothe me as I weep,

Save Philomel on yonder thorn. "My spirits flag, my hopes decay;

Still that dread death-bell smites my ear; And, many a boding seems to say,

•Countess, prepare-thy end is near.'” • Thus sore and sad that lady grieved

In Cumnor Hall, so lone and drear; And many a heartfelt sigh she heaved,

And let fall many a bitter tear. And ere the dawn of day appeared,

In Cumnor Hall, so lone and drear, Full many a piercing scream was heard,

1 many a cry of mortal fear.

The death-bell thrice was heard to ring,

An aerial voice was heard to call; And thrice the raven flapped his wing

Around the towers of Cumnor Hall. The mastiff howled at village door,

The oaks were shattered on the green; Woe was the hour, for never more

That hapless Countega e'er was seen. And in that manor, now no more

Is cheerful feast or sprightly ball; For ever since that dreary hour

Have spirits haunted Cumnor Hall. The village maids, with fearful glance,

Avoid the ancient moss-grown wall; Nor ever lead the merry dance

Among the groves of Cumnor Hall. Full many a traveller has sighed,

And pensive wept the Countess' fall, As wandering onward they've espied

The haunted towers of Cumnor Hall.

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